Verses to accompany a portrait… Bright Martial Maid, Queen of th… The northern pole supports thy shi… Behold what furrows age and steel… The helmet’s weight oppressed this…

Quid facis Arctoi charissime tran… Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte c… Num satis Hybernum defendis pelli… Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmu… Quae Gentes Hominum, quae sit Na…

Farfacio. Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limi… Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique jug… Ille stat indomitus turritis undis… Cingit huic laetum Fraximus alta…

Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula… Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta… Sollicita Flores stant ambitione… Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis… Illa tamen patriae lustrans fastig…

Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agm… Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una m… Fortius assidui surgunt a vulnere… Quoque magis pressa est, auctior… Heu quibus Anticyris, quibus est…

HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from some single herb or t… Whose short and narrow-verged shad…

C’est de luy que nous vient cet A… De peindre la Parole, et deparler… Et, parles traits divers de figure… Donner de la couleur et du corps a…

Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, all his Art. Nature, her own Sexes foe,

Like the vain Curlings of the Wat… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining alwayes, disapp… In the Weak Circles of increasing… And his short Tumults of themselv…

An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell… The forward youth that would appea… Must now forsake his muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing, His numbers languishing.

Sit further, and make room for thi… Where just desert enrolles thy hon… The good Interpreter. Some in thi… Take of the Cypress vail, but lea… Changing the Latine, but do more…

Like the vain curlings of the wate… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining always, disappe… In the weak circles of increasing… And his short tumults of themselve…

Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio Posuimus Pater & Mater Frustra superstites. Legite Parentes, vanissimus homin…

Ye living lamps, by whose dear lig… The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye county comets, that portend

The forward youth that would appea… Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ’Tis time to leave the books in du…